The Hooker With A Heart Of Gold [January 29th | 28/365]

The Hooker With A Heart Of Gold walks down the street.
She is wearing long and loose-fitting jeans.
She is wearing a sweater and a winter coat.
She is not wearing a brightly-colored boa, or any boa.

Today, The Hooker With A Heart Of Gold is taking a break.
She is not taking a smoke break
because she doesn't smoke.
She is just walking the streets, not getting solicited
by too many of the men passing by,
telling the ones who do ask
to go fuck themselves
instead. She is enjoying the day. Actually,
today is her birthday.

Nobody got a present for The Hooker With A Heart Of Gold.
She talks about her frigid parents to the customers who want to chat
with their hooker. She isn't thinking about them--
the perverts or her parents.
She's thinking about that Neil Young song,
the one about the miner.
She's thinking about the miner. Actually,
she isn't thinking much.

She is just walking down the street.
She is not her job.
She is not what she says
when people get her to chat.
She is not her clothes.
She is someone who is walking down the street.
She is Walking Down The Street.